Ransom Novels & Stories

Daniel sighed deeply, looking as if he had just received the saddest news ever. “Grandpa and Aurora were kidnapped. They want ransom,” he said. Camila and Ciara frowned, while John sighed sadly. “Ransom? Call the inspector immediately,” John ordered, but Ciara stopped him. “Do you want the news to spread? If you don’t want to inform Damien, then let’s just pay the ransom and get Father and Aurora back. How much is it?” she asked Daniel. “100 million,” he replied, making his father sigh. “Pay the money instantly,” John ordered, and Daniel nodded.

he said. I couldn't hold back the tears any longer and wiped them away. "That doesn't mean we don't need the money," I said, my voice cracking with emotion. Xavier rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Yeah, but we'll have to think of something that doesn't involve you going into Dante's house," he said, clearly concerned for my safety. That's when it hit me - a stroke of genius. "Online transaction!!!" I exclaimed. Xavier looked at me quizzically. "What do you mean?"

“Untraceable. Bought it cash from a bodega in Brookly. Type the message. Demand fifty million. Tell him if he involves his security detail or tracks the signal, we send him her fingers one by one. He’s a billionaire; He can liquidate that in an hour.” I swallow the lump of terror in my throat and flip the phone open. Ignoring the thumping pain in my tibia, I rapidly type out the ransom text to Zayn’s private number, my hands shaking so badly I almost drop the plastic casing. To Zayn: We have Jade. If you want to see her alive, you will deposit $50,000,000 into the offshore routing number I send next. No cops. No henchmen. If we see a single black SUV near our

he asked. "Leo's not here. He's out with Cheryl to celebrate Valentine's. The sheriffs are here with me," I replied. After a brief pause, Kael asked, "Then why are you calling me?" "The abductors want 4,125,000 dollars in cash as ransom, but I don't have enough. How much can you gather? I'll pay you back in a week," I assured him. "How much do you need?" "About 1,800,000 dollars," I replied.

“If you are here to waste my time, then I would suggest that you get off my phone.” The gruff voice chuckled, and the crackling over the line made it even more sinister. “So much arrogance to hide that fear that I can smell on you even from here.” “Oh, please,” she scoffed, “the only thing you can smell, bloodhound, is Hermés new collection. I’m surprised that it hasn’t short-circuited your brain yet. Now, what the fuck do you want?” “We are here with information about the ransom. We need the ten million by tomorrow. If you don’t come, the money isn’t complete, or the cops are even thirty yards from the drop-off location, your nephew dies.”

One after another, they began speaking up for me. "Melanie, everyone knows how much Mr. Zimmerman cares about his daughter, so you'll be held responsible too if the money's gone. Just tell him where the backup fuel's stored." The crates tied to the rope held the ransom for Ella Zimmerman, daughter of Starbury's wealthiest man, Hugh Zimmerman. The kidnappers gave us an hour to hand over the 20 million dollars in gold bars, or they would kill her. Hugh paid top dollar to hire our technical team to deliver the ransom by cargo ship to the border. We were just 30 minutes away from the border when the fuel ran out.

I turned to look at the Kolefnis. Claude and Charlotte pleaded with me with their eyes. The corners of Ransom's lips were pulled in, like he was biting back a smile. Like he was enjoying my distress. The ass just lost whatever esteem he'd gained. I really didn't like this man. I shook back my hair. "That's fine. Ten days. There will be no interruptions. No calls to see how things fare. No drop-ins. No outside contact initiated outside of the cabin. I will send updates as I am able. Ransom is free to contact whomever he would like to in order to discuss his thoughts and feelings about the ritual. No specifics about the ritual its

Heath's PO I woke up early because I slept early last night. It's only six in the morning. While the woman is still sleeping, I decided to have a round in the ranch first. Besides, even if I'm gone, she can't escape from the area. She has no way to ask for help either. I took her handbag yesterday when we were on our way. The house has no telephone service. I already cut the line. In case she found my computer, she can't open it because there are multiple passwords.

the man said. “Okay. Thanks. Would you prefer cash or transfer for the ransom?” Sofia questioned. “Transfer would be better since I don’t want to call for alarm,” the man responded. “Okay. See you later,” Sofia ended the call. ……… Rose’s pillow was filled with her tears, her eyes were red from excessive crying, and her face was swollen. She had a pitiful look in her eyes as she wiped tears from the corner of her eyes; she just couldn’t stop herself from crying, it seemed impossible.

"First off, there were originally twelve bidders. The bidding war was down to four members. The bids are in the millions of dollars range. All the bidders' names were hidden with a codename they logged onto the site with. The site profiled Kallista and Remi. Kallista's was limited to her photo, age, and who her parents are. Remi's profile; much more detailed. There was her photo, age, who her parents and grandparents are, her medical information, details of the night she was attacked, details of her time in hell, and the fact that she can shift. However there was no mention of Payne being her dragon." Remi is pale. She chews on her fingernails as she listens to how much information these sic